In fact, the sword in Qingden's hand seemed to have turned into four.

The attacks of the four people in front of him were all resolved by Qingdeng. Their knives could not even scratch the corners of Qingdeng's clothes.

Suddenly, Qingdeng looked for an opening and swung his knife diagonally, hitting the Confucian scholar in front of him on the side of the neck, knocking him unconscious.

The number of opponents in front of us dropped from 4 to 3.

——The fifth one...

In the next breath, Qingdeng looked like he had eyes on his back. With three enemies still in front of him, he violently swung his sword behind him.

Two people were preparing to approach Qingdeng from behind, hoping to launch a sneak attack while Qingdeng was unprepared.

They thought they were infallible, but in fact their traces and behavior had been seen by Qingdeng long ago.

The blade of the sword rustled in the wind, hitting one of them on the left shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, the blade of the sword continued to sweep horizontally against the Confucian scholar who was hit on the left shoulder without losing any strength.

Just like playing billiards, the knife in Qingden's hand is the stick, and the scholar who was hit on the left shoulder is the white ball.

The stick pushed the white ball and hit another ball - another Xiaoxiao who was planning to attack Qingdeng from behind.

The two "balls" disappeared within 5 steps of Qingdeng in a close-fitting posture.

Killing two people with one sword... Even Qingdeng, who has experienced hundreds of battles, rarely achieves such a result.

——The 6th, 7th...

Qingden turned his head and looked back, focusing on the three people in front of him again.

The minds and movements of these three people showed obvious panic and unsteady movements - this is a taboo for warriors.

When fighting with others, there is no more fatal mistake than being distracted.

Qingdeng gave a short shout and turned around under the swords of these three men, with two sword lights dancing on his hands.

Qingdeng didn't look in any direction, and looked straight at the person who spread the rumors about him - the two companions next to him, and immediately fell to the ground one after another.

"Ah, ahhhhhh--!"

The man was desperate, and while shouting loudly in fear and courage, he struck out with a knife in a mood that was close to self-destruction.

There is no reason why this kind of slash, thrown out randomly without any careful consideration, could hit Qingdeng.

Qingden took a deep breath, stepped forward, and dodged the man's attack with a slight twist of his body.

Qingden's dodge movements conceal the potential energy and preparation for attack.

Peng, Peng, Peng...

Qingdeng swung five knives in a row, all hitting different parts of the body.

Of course, they are all locations that will only cause pain, but will not cause death. For example: shoulders, arms, thighs...

The last knife—the sixth knife—embedded into the man's body like a flash of light. He fell to the ground on the spot, raising a thin cloud of dust.

——The 8th, 9th, 10th...

While adjusting his body posture, Qingdeng raised his gaze and looked at the only four Confucian scholars who had not yet fallen to the ground.

These four people all looked panicked at this moment and looked at each other.

Everything happened too fast.

In the flash of lightning, their companions fell to the ground, leaving only the four of them standing still.

The strong strength shown by Qingdeng and the lack of his companions caused them to fall into great uneasiness and panic.

For a time, they dared not advance or retreat.

However, they did not hesitate for long - after all, they soon lost consciousness.

Without any warning, Qingdeng jumped into the air like a big bird without any help, and flew toward the four people in a gliding manner.

When passing over the heads of these four people, Qingdeng swung his sword twice.

The two rapid attacks cut the skin on the necks of two of them red and swollen.

When he landed, Qingdeng happened to fall behind the remaining two people.

Qingdeng used the tip of his left toe as the axis and turned his body like a top. Using the potential energy and centrifugal force of turning, he chopped the last two people to the ground.

——The 11th, 12th, 13th, 14th...

Qingdeng let out a "whoosh" sound and exhaled all the remaining air in his lungs.

Just as he was relaxing his tense nerves and muscles little by little, the "Wind Perceiver" suddenly activated.

He suddenly heard footsteps approaching him at an extremely fast speed from behind him.

At this time, Qingden showed a side of a combat veteran that was completely different from that of a rookie.

He didn't stupidly turn around directly, but instead rushed forward with the knife in hand - using the strong leg strength given by "taking the lead", he opened a certain distance from the footsteps behind him in one breath and then turned around with the knife.

It turned out to be the dark-skinned old man.

After being stabbed by Qingdeng, he actually didn't faint completely... His physical strength and willpower are commendable.

I saw Hei Lao holding his saber tightly and launching a desperate and heroic charge towards Qingdeng, like Don Quixote attacking a windmill.

Seeing this, Qingdeng calmly spread his legs and stood still, narrowing his eyes slightly, watching every move of Hei Lao.

Before "Eagle Eye +1", all of Hei Lao's actions...especially the position and path of the knife in his palm were all invisible.

At the moment of lightning, Qingden quickly swung his knife upwards, and the tip of the knife accurately hit the weapon in Hei Lao's hand before he could swing it down.

At this moment, Hei Laozhi felt as if a strong electric current coursed through his palms.

He was already injured, so he subconsciously loosened his hands and fingers, and the knife in his palm fell to the ground with a clang, making a crisp sound.

Qingdeng had already disarmed him, but Hei Lao still didn't want to give up.

He screamed, opened his arms as strong as a black bear, hugged Qingdeng's waist, and wanted to give Qingdeng a final desperate blow.

He took a deep breath, tried to pull Qingdeng up from the ground, and then threw Qingdeng heavily to the ground.

Qingdeng, who saw through Hei Lao's intentions, did not immediately fight back. He secretly guarded against Hei Lao's sneak attack methods such as lifting his vaginal legs, and at the same time, he was so angry that he kept his footing.

Hei Lao groaned and tried several times, even using his strength to suck the milk, but he was still shocked to find that he couldn't move Qingdeng's body at all.

He just felt like he was not moving a person, but more like pulling up a weeping willow.

Qingden's persistent physical training and "Xiang's core +1" are not something that ordinary people can easily compete with.

It is really appropriate to describe Qingdeng's next offensive as "moveless like a mountain, moving like thunder".

I saw Qingdeng, who was as firm as a mountain one second, suddenly taking action the next second.

He flew up with a kick, and his stone-hard right knee, which had been modified by the "steel bone", hit the old man Hei squarely in the stomach.

"Pfft-!"

Hei Lao, who was suddenly hit hard, immediately rushed forward with his head, and the strength of his hand holding Qingdeng was reduced by half.

Qingdeng seized this opportunity, lowered his waist, inserted his hands into the opponent's armpits, pulled out Heilao with all his strength and threw him out.

Hei Lao was thrown several meters away and lay straight on his back, groaning and unable to regain his composure for a long time.

The moment Hei Lao fell to the ground, a system tone sounded in Qingdeng's mind.

[Ding! Talent scanned]

[Successfully copied talent: "Drunkard"]

[Talent introduction: The ability to drink is better than the average person]

At this point, there was no longer a Confucian scholar who could stand safely.

At this moment, all 14 Confucian scholars, without exception, either lost consciousness, passed out, or fell to the ground groaning and wailing in pain.

The originally noisy surroundings gradually became quiet.

The tea house owner and the young lady Teshiro.

The guests chased out of the teahouse and wanted to watch the show to the end.

Come to see the bustling people on the street.

That's right, regardless of status, gender, age or child, everyone focused their attention on one point, Qingdeng.

This silence, in which everyone remained silent, did not last long.

After a while, Qingdeng's surroundings slowly began to commotion without being too obvious.

Sounds of gasping, admiration, exclamations... the sounds reached my ears.

"It's true...that samurai wearing a bamboo hat really brought down so many people by himself..."

"That samurai wearing a bamboo hat is so skilled... Judging from his attire, he must be a folk master from other places. Sure enough, there are mountains beyond the mountains, and there is heaven beyond the sky. Looking around the world, I don't know what is hidden in the streets.

There are so many humble martial arts masters."

"Tsk, I really want to see what this expert looks like. Can't he raise his bamboo hat a little higher?"
To be continued...